“If I stay, what do I do here? I become a gardener and work for my dad. If I go, I make a career. Become something.” Because at some point she’d find someone suitable. Someone like her, with the same status. Someone who deserved her, maybe.
“You are something.” She twists round and straddles me and I strip her of all her clothes on her top half, leaving her visible for my eyes to memorise.
“I’m not something enough.” I take a nipple in my mouth and suck. Her tits have grown and there’s no way I’m going to forget these or her. My cock strains in my jeans, desperate for relief, to bury myself inside her and take her virginity so I know she’s mine.
“You’re enough for me.”
Maybe I am. Maybe she’s telling the truth, but the truth can change. I swap to sucking her other nipple and her hands go to my jeans, clever fingers undoing the fly and she grasps my cock.
I groan as I suck and nip because I’m not far off coming.
“I want you in me.”
“We can’t.” I say the words, although I can no longer think of a sane reason why.
“Why? I’m on the Pill.”
No, no, no. I can’t go there. Not for either of our sakes.
“Let me make you come with my fingers.”
“I want you to fuck me before you go away. I want you to be my first.” She’s told me this before and I’ve no idea how I ever managed to say no.
“We can’t.” There was a good reason. At some point, I made this decision that I’d never fuck her. I move my hands to her jeans and undo them, pushing them down along with her knickers. I cup her pussy, feeling the slickness that’s grown between her legs and I push a finger into her tight virgin cunt. Three seconds later, I’ve added another finger and she’s riding my hand, my fingertips seeking the spot inside her that I know will make her see stars.
Her tits bounce, her nipples hard and erect and I can’t take my eyes off them.
“Your tits have gone huge. They bounce when you move.”
“They’re embarrassing.”
“Beg to differ. They’re fucking gorgeous. I could come just looking at them.” I’m probably about to.
“You can look at them and come inside me.”
I groan because this is definitely Satan trying to tempt me.
“Please.”
“Next time we’re together.” And I think this is a promise I can keep.
Blair comes on my hand, her body slackening with the power of it and she’s stunning; cheeks pink and eyes blazing. I put her on her back and suck her clit, tonging her cunt and imagining it’s my cock in there instead as her body vibrates again with her hands pulling at the hair that will be short in a few days.
She pauses and then pulls me up above her, pulling my hips down so she can take my cock in her mouth and uses my hand to pin her wrists above her head, letting me fuck her face and come deep down her throat. She’s my dirty girl. My dirty princess and that’s what I tell her when I come a second time over her tits and watch her rub my cum into her skin, taste her fingers and touch her clit, my seed going down there.
That picture, her spread before me, eyes wild, body sated, is the one I emblazon onto my eyeballs and see for the next few years every time I fuck anyone else.
Three days later and Blair is back from Paris in one piece and with a whole new wardrobe that takes me and two others about twenty minutes to carry up to her suite. When she hands one bag to me, she smiles sweetly with a dirty look in her eyes and I’m pretty sure her nipples are hard when I glance down.
“I’ll show you later.” She says the words quietly before turning round to Ivy, who went to Paris with her, and giggling like the girl I remembered from before I went away.
That night, she shows me what she bought in a prolonged fashion show which starts after she’s handcuffed me to her bed and begins with her demonstrating several suits that she’s procured from one of the designers there. There are whispers of silk and satin, the slight peek through a blouse as she bends down to kiss my lips and and the flutter of fingers over my very hard cock before we move onto evening wear and high heeled stilettos with glimpses of tits and cleavage.
“What was in that bag?”
“Which bag?” Her feigned innocence is almost virginal.
“The one you passed to me.”
